Weisheng narrowed his eyes in concern, not knowing how to proceed from here. He couldn't even touch her let alone comfort her.
Out of options, he murmured, "Don't cry..."
She looked up from her palms, tears dried around her eyes, "Don't cry?" She repeated his words in disbelief as she stood up, "The Underworld King left the decision to me. Who are you to decide for me?" She scornfully said, sniffing away her last bits of tears.
Weisheng frowned and looked up at her, "You're still thinking about that?"
"If you can be selfish and decide for me, why can't I be selfish and decide for you?" She asked sternly.
Weisheng went quiet for a moment. The seriousness in her eyes wasn't to be taken lightly. There was no way he could let her use her own life to get rid of the curse, so he had to become the bad guy again.
